Miss You (One-shot)
Title: Miss You
Chapters: n/a
Author: konicoffee
Genre: Drama, Romance, Slight Angst
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story.
Warnings: Implied character death
Rating: G
Pairings/Characters: Reita/Aoi
Bands: The GazettE
Synopsis: The world never seemed right when I couldn’t feel at least one part of your body - your face on my chest, your legs tangled with mine, or your hand in my hand.
Comments: Written for the lovely dqheartseq. Also an attempt to write anything without using linking verbs.
We sat on your couch, letting cigarette smoke swirl into the air and fade into the light from your living room. I listened to you talk about how you came to Tokyo all the way from Mie with nothing but an acoustic guitar, 5,000 yen, a suitcase full of clothes, and a head full of dreams. You said you didn’t think making music for a living would prove difficult; you didn’t think you would need to work multiple jobs to pay your bills, and you didn’t think you’d literally go hungry.
“I had a hundred reasons to quit, Reita,” you told me. “But I only needed one reason to keep going.”
Then you rested your head on my shoulder. “I only needed you.”
Ever since that night, I always craved for you. The world never seemed right when I couldn’t feel at least one part of your body - your face on my chest, your legs tangled with mine, or your hand in my hand. The space beside me without you in it felt like a hole in the world.
We would both stand on stage, and we would both stand before burning lights and a screaming audience. I would watch you play guitar, and I would do all I can to hang on to my bass and pluck the right strings and press on the right frets. Not even the music we played could keep my mind away from you. Nothing could ease the pain of so badly wanting to reach for you and enjoy your touch. Only a few feet measured the distance between us, but I would miss you.
Then you would smile at me. Just like that, the world felt right again.
But I would still miss you terribly.
I missed you the same way I did when one of us had to do individual photo shoots or personal interviews. I missed you just as much whenever one of us had to go out of town for whatever reason, whether for work or for family. But you would always do something to make it all better. You only but stayed by my side, and everything would brighten, and colors would return.
We fought, yes. We would argue about what seem so trivial to most. But then with you, with us, triviality never did apply. Even though our relationship appeared casual, we always considered every moment important. We cherished every second of our connection, so we always worked together whenever we somehow ended up in the dark. And we would always find each other. Always.
Before we did find each other, though, I would miss you so desperately.
Together we watched the world change right before our eyes. We continued playing music, as a band at first, then as solo artists later, and we continued aging, transforming along with the world and the people around us. Soon enough, the venom of age spread all over our bodies.
We grew old, and neither of us stayed beautiful. But I still craved for you so. I still found myself constantly missing you. And you, you always stayed, filling my need for your nearness. Failing vision and feeble steps, we walked this world together, your hand in mine.
I always missed you. Just like how I miss you now, so many years after you left.
The old man I’ve become stands under the sky and looks heavenwards, trying to fathom the miles…the lifetimes that now separate us. I close my eyes, feeling the void around my aged flesh gape at me and remind me of my solitude. It reminds me of your absence.
And then the wind softly whispers in my ear. It blows gently through my silver hair. It caresses the lines of my face, as if reading each line that tells my story…our story. The sunlight washes over me, embracing me, warming my very existence.
You always make things better, Aoi. Always.
But I still miss you. And I always will.
Chapters: n/a
Author: konicoffee
Genre: Drama, Romance, Slight Angst
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story.
Warnings: Implied character death
Rating: G
Pairings/Characters: Reita/Aoi
Bands: The GazettE
Synopsis: The world never seemed right when I couldn’t feel at least one part of your body - your face on my chest, your legs tangled with mine, or your hand in my hand.
Comments: Written for the lovely dqheartseq. Also an attempt to write anything without using linking verbs.
We sat on your couch, letting cigarette smoke swirl into the air and fade into the light from your living room. I listened to you talk about how you came to Tokyo all the way from Mie with nothing but an acoustic guitar, 5,000 yen, a suitcase full of clothes, and a head full of dreams. You said you didn’t think making music for a living would prove difficult; you didn’t think you would need to work multiple jobs to pay your bills, and you didn’t think you’d literally go hungry.
“I had a hundred reasons to quit, Reita,” you told me. “But I only needed one reason to keep going.”
Then you rested your head on my shoulder. “I only needed you.”
Ever since that night, I always craved for you. The world never seemed right when I couldn’t feel at least one part of your body - your face on my chest, your legs tangled with mine, or your hand in my hand. The space beside me without you in it felt like a hole in the world.
We would both stand on stage, and we would both stand before burning lights and a screaming audience. I would watch you play guitar, and I would do all I can to hang on to my bass and pluck the right strings and press on the right frets. Not even the music we played could keep my mind away from you. Nothing could ease the pain of so badly wanting to reach for you and enjoy your touch. Only a few feet measured the distance between us, but I would miss you.
Then you would smile at me. Just like that, the world felt right again.
But I would still miss you terribly.
I missed you the same way I did when one of us had to do individual photo shoots or personal interviews. I missed you just as much whenever one of us had to go out of town for whatever reason, whether for work or for family. But you would always do something to make it all better. You only but stayed by my side, and everything would brighten, and colors would return.
We fought, yes. We would argue about what seem so trivial to most. But then with you, with us, triviality never did apply. Even though our relationship appeared casual, we always considered every moment important. We cherished every second of our connection, so we always worked together whenever we somehow ended up in the dark. And we would always find each other. Always.
Before we did find each other, though, I would miss you so desperately.
Together we watched the world change right before our eyes. We continued playing music, as a band at first, then as solo artists later, and we continued aging, transforming along with the world and the people around us. Soon enough, the venom of age spread all over our bodies.
We grew old, and neither of us stayed beautiful. But I still craved for you so. I still found myself constantly missing you. And you, you always stayed, filling my need for your nearness. Failing vision and feeble steps, we walked this world together, your hand in mine.
I always missed you. Just like how I miss you now, so many years after you left.
The old man I’ve become stands under the sky and looks heavenwards, trying to fathom the miles…the lifetimes that now separate us. I close my eyes, feeling the void around my aged flesh gape at me and remind me of my solitude. It reminds me of your absence.
And then the wind softly whispers in my ear. It blows gently through my silver hair. It caresses the lines of my face, as if reading each line that tells my story…our story. The sunlight washes over me, embracing me, warming my very existence.
You always make things better, Aoi. Always.
But I still miss you. And I always will.